Frostburg mining journal. [volume] (Frostburg, Md.) 1871-1913, 1887-06-04
UP WITH THE PEoPLE!!

The foreign placards are even more inter
esting Arm! Burn! Kill! Destroy! F."
says one. "Be ready for the universal revo.
luton" says another 1.-THE only logic is
that of force. 1t has been used against us
for centuries; now let us (the people, make
use of it," Red flags are hung over the stage,
red ribbons are worn in the coat lapels of the
men, and as scarfs by the women, and every
man and woman present carries a red hand
kerchief
You should see one of these meetings. AT
most of them the doors stand open and all
are welcome, because there really are no
secrets and there is no sincerity among the
managers, who want every ten cents that may
by any chance be contributed by whatever
stranger happens in. There are a dozen
women in the room-foreign women, in awk-
ward, ungraceful attire that is made to look
as masculine as possible. There are a hun
dred men. They are Russians, Bohemians,
Hungarians, Frenchmen, Poles and Germans,
the Bohemians and Poles being in the ma
jority Nearly all are bearded and are dressed
like workingmen. They listen intently to the
speakers, but have a queer way of talking
back to them. One man will rise and inter
leap to his feet and, turning to the rest will
assure them that he personally knows that
what the orator is saying is true One thing
is certain to set the whole audience to groan-
ing and yelling at a speaker. That is mildness
or prudent advice, or talk of postponing &C
ton for future years. An orator who urges
anything except almost immediate violence
IS certain to excite intense disapprobation.
But the use they make of their red handker-
chiefs is the strangest thing in an Anarchist
meeting. You don't see one handkerchief as
they sit listening to their jawsmith until sud
denly he asks ''How will you give the signal
for the general slaughter" or he says: "In
what way will you know one another on the
day of the great revolution ~ Instantly from
every masculine breast-pocket and from
around every feminine throat red sanguin-
airy big handkerchiefisp pulled tobe brandished
in the air with crazy energy and enthusiasm.
1t would make your blood run cold to hear
them talk of their plans. One plan that
have heard is the seizure of the arsenals,
where they are all to arm and then capture
the elevated roads and shoot down at the peo-
pie and the militia in the streets.
Justus SchWab used to be the leading
revolutionist; now it is Johann Most. Most
is misunderstanding man with his hair on
end and dark beard all over his face. He
was sent to Jail year ago for melting the
Anarchists to murder, and he cut such a
ridiculous figure when the police pulled him
out, all dirt and cobwebs, from under his
female friends bed, that it would be easy
for any lazy and glib foreigner who wants to
step into his shoes to do SO. But before he
had his plumes cut his head Office in William
street was regular throne-room. 1t is the
office of The Fi'eiheit, a weekly revolutionary
paper The printers worked whenever there
was no one there to set up the beer; when
they had beer they sat around a table and
talked like dangerous maniacs. In the room
were some two-dollar condemned army mus
kets that Most used to sell for IS piece in
accordance with his teaching that every man
and woman should arm themselves. There
were, and l suppose are yet, some clock
work Internal machines, some cartridges for
holding dynamite and some circulars on sale
telling how to make and use dynamite, how
to talk the approved lunacy of the Anarch-
lists, how to shoot and burn and all the rest.
Long-haired lunatics from all over the world
came there to see Most and pat him on the
back and tell him he was a great man.
Schwab is losing a great deal of his
enthusiasm and recklessness nowadays
because he has got a big bank account.
He keeps little basement beer saloon on the
East side, sells drinks at 200 per cent.
\ profit, puts his money out at interest